Page 8 of Sinful Nights
Bash:What a fucking great idea
Tristan:Send the link
Declan:I’m shocked you guys have gotten a pole before me
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COLE
“Fucking hell,Oak. Do you ever put your shoes away?” I yell, hopping on my foot, wincing as I stare at the black Converse shoes that are currently my new enemy. I swear, I love Oak to death, but fuck! The guy is a mess. Shoes here, clothes there, it’s a never-ending pigsty. If he had his way, our entire apartment would be a mess. There are some nights when I swear he comes into my bed at night because it’s cleaner than his. Though I can’t prove it, I guarantee that’s the reason. It’s been so long since I saw the man put his sheets in the washer that I can barely remember it. The idea of what might be on his bed makes me shudder. Good thing my bed is bigger, and we always seem to find our way there.
“What?” Oak comes barreling down the hallway naked as the day he was born. “Where’s the fire?” His head swivels left and right, his cheeks bright red, a sheen of sweat shining on his hair-covered chest.
“Fire? There’s no fire. I was yelling because, once again, I tripped over your shoes at the front door.” I gesture toward the doorway, pursing my lips.
Oak rolls his eyes, then looks over at the shoes. Most people would probably tell their roommate to hurry and put clothes on, but if you know Oak, you would know this is him all the time. Most times, he just goes commando, but sometimes he’ll walk around naked. Usually not when he knows I’m going to be home. He tries to make sure when he’s strutting around naked that he’s all alone, which means...
“Oh my god, you were jerking off, weren’t you?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. I know Oak’s ‘I almost orgasmed’ face just as much as I’ve seen his ‘I just orgasmed’ face. His cheeks always get flushed, making his green eyes pop out more.
Oak smirks, his eyes darting to the side as his finger flicks his nipple. “Maybe. You’re the one who said you would be gone until noon. It’s only eleven. You’re lucky I even came out here. I thought you were in trouble.”
“You’re about to be in trouble,” I mutter, tossing each item I’m holding onto the ground. I interlock my fingers, turning them inside out and cracking the knuckles.
“Cole Simon Turner, don’t you dare,” Oak tells me, taking a step back.
“Oakley Michael Albury,” I taunt, tossing his full name back at him. I take a step forward as he takes another step back, each of us doing a sidestep, trying to figure out where the other is going to move next. He already knows what’s going to happen; he just needs to realize he’s already lost.
As soon as his left foot takes one more step, I rush forward, shrieking as he takes off down the hallway, his perky ass jiggling as he runs. He jets into his bedroom, trying to slam the door in my face. But I’m quicker, reaching out to shove the door back open as he backs away, his eyes darting around the room wildly, trying to find an escape.
“You can't escape these,” I smile, showing him my magic fingers as though I’m the choreographer from Bring It On.
Oak places his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes. “You’d have to catch me first, but I think you’re too slow.”
I eye him up and down, pausing briefly to snicker at the fact that he’s still completely naked before I pounce. Rushing toward him, I jump up onto his chest, his arms easily catching me as we topple down onto his mattress. Once we’ve caught our balance, I attack. My hands first find his armpits, tickling him like crazy while he howls and jerks his body left and right. After giving his armpits some attention, I drag one hand to his stomach and start tickling him there. His body flails as he hollers, kicking his legs and wiggling his arms all around.
“Uncle, uncle!” Oak yells, giving up way too quickly.
My body sags as I fall on top of him. “Damn, I think that had to have been the quickest you’ve ever given up.”
Oak chuckles, his arms falling down to his sides. “My dick started getting hard from all the movement, and I didn’t want you to be shocked if it touched you.”
“Oh god,” I laugh loudly, rolling off his body and staring at the ceiling. “You act like I haven’t accidentally touched your dick before.”
“I know. But all the moving around is making me hard,” he laughs, sitting up on his bed. “Let me get dressed, and then you can kick my ass about my shoes.”
Standing up, I shake my head, knowing his shoes will still be in the same place tomorrow. “Don’t bother worrying about your shoes. It’s not like you’re going to listen anyway.”
“Yeah, huh? I always listen to everything you say. When you yell at me to put the toilet seat down, or when you tell me to replace the toilet paper and not leave the cardboard roll on the thingy, or when you get mad and tell me I need to drink more water. I’m always listening.”
Realizing I’m still lying on his nasty sheets, I jump up quickly, following him. “Listening and following through are two completely different things. Sometimes it’s like talking to a brick wall.” Oak sticks out his tongue as he bounces on one leg, putting on his briefs. “Or a four-year-old.”
“You love me.”
“I do. Still annoyed as hell at the shoes though.”
“As long as you still love me,” Oak tells me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and placing a kiss on the top of my head. “But for you, I’ll go pick up my shoes. Don’t get used to it, though.”
“Ugh,” I moan, throwing myself onto the stool in the dressing room. “Why does makeup look like shit on my face?”
